Prime Minister Bai knows that he is still pressing his sword, and the wise men of the rich family are laughing and flicking their hats.

Zi said on the river, "The deceased is like a man!"

In the past I was surrounded by willows and willows, but now I am thinking about the rain, snow and falling rain.

The young man is chivalrous, he makes friends with five heroes, his liver and gallbladder are pierced, his hair is ridged, he is talking, and he shares life and death.

Sir, I want to know you, my life will never fade, my mountains will never be exhausted, my mountains and rivers will be exhausted, my winter thunder will shake the rain and snow, my heaven and earth will be harmonious, so I dare to be with you!

When autumn comes on September 8th, my flowers will be in full bloom.

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Poetry has no value. If others misunderstand, don’t scold me!